Van Gogh
If you look at my self-portrait
With the brush always in your hand
It’s known that heavens forbid
I can’t design my own human brand
CHORUS:
I’m a living, breathing painting chameleon
Take your pick from the pantheon
Changing my colours as you please
Choose one of my personalities
One day the paint will wash away
And the brush returned to me
Then will it still be a Monet
or will the canvas be clean?
CHORUS
It’s my turn to look at my painting
nd change it as I please
For long enough I’ve been waiting
to destroy the other me
CHORUS
Now I look at my self-portrait
With the brush safely in my hand
Now the heavens still forbid
And alone I stand
CHORUS
There’s no more breath in this chameleon
And nobody’s home in the pantheon
No colours, so tell me please
just who the real me is
